It Don't Matter c2026 D Nelson
Chorus:
It don't matter
how many times
it could have been love (2 X)
It Don't matter
how many times
it should have been love…
Give it one more chance...
Let me be your man
Give it one more chance…
I wanna be your man.
V1
I don't care
about the past
I know
others didn't last
But any time that you want to
trust your heart to me
know that I'll want you
for all eternity
V2:
Hold fast
Hold on tight
Don't let go.
Give me reason.
Let it show
Breakdown.
Let me in.
Get ready
for this life to begin.
Coming soon:
It Takes Hate To Kill c 2026 D Nelson
Verse:
The Comanche didn’t hate the Buffalo
The rape victim doesn’t hate the embryo
The Praying Mantis doesn’t hate the firefly
The boxer doesn’t hate the other guy
The trucker doesn’t hate the crispy waffle
The organ player’s playin’s really awful
but I don’t hate it enough to kill
the power to that bar in Louisville.
Chorus:
So what’s it take to go to war?
“What the hell’re we fighting for?”
Is your love of country great enough to stand
the afterthoughts from killing some Iran.
He might even be a family man
with six kids a playin’ in the sand.
When you’re standing on that conquered Persian hill…
it takes hate to really kill.
Verse:
This morning I had critters in my boots
I had Spam for breakfast, how ‘ bout you?
They dropped a rock in the hole right next to me
as I was sitting there reading magazines.
(Chorus)
Verse:
I popped a zit and it got infected.
They sent me home…4-F rejected.
(Chorus)
I’m Going On c 2026 Doug Nelson
Monday night they’re here to BOO
the Giants or the Jets
Tuesday’s “two-fer” night
and they just get lit
Wednesday it’s the bowling crowd
but they roll in
set ‘em right up
knock ‘em right down
and split
Chorus:
Don’t know how I’ll ever
keep my head together
if I try to take this job seriously
‘cause the drinkin’ crowd don’t listen
‘less they’re in the backroom pissin’
but someone turn the jukebox off
I’m Goin’ on
Thursday,
There’s an open mic
Not my choice
Not on your life.
Drunks
come up and cough and snort and sneeze.
The other night
some MAGA hat
came up and started FOXin’ that…
“Trump (ugh!)
was the bee’s knees!…”
…🤪OH, PLEASE! GEEZE!
(Chorus)
Friday night it’s wall to wall
smoke and beer and noise and all
Sometimes I wonder if I can be heard
I strum so hard I break the strings
or drop my pick
It’s hard to sing
and not let on
you feel absurd
(Chorus)
Saturday crowd tops ‘em all
Though it’s not quite wall to wall
air’s as thick as any night so far
They come in one by one
and they go out two by two
and once again
i’m all alone with my guitar…
(CHORUS)
…coming soon…
…for Mom….a life-long Republican, she had us fill out her ballot, “..all Republican..except Donald Trump”
This Band… c 2026 D Nelson
(…to the tune of that one song…)
Chorus:
This band was your band.
This band was my band.
but no one warns ya’
of New York’s finest.
We’re a red state’s poorest
in a gulf stream, homeless
…this band was banned (“raped”…live version) by Trump the king.
We went a looking
for that endless skyway
to Frank Sinatra’s
“I Did It My Way”
But we helped some refugees
with a couple dollars.
this band was banned (raped) by Trump the king
(Chorus)
He said call them “wetbacks”
and it’ll flow better…
and in the diamond desert
you’ll find yourselves a letter
with a million dollars
to tour this country…
this band was banned (raped) by Trump the king
(Chorus)
I wish I’d wrote in
‘stead of ballot punchin’
when I went to votin’
in the last election.
I can’t help sounding
and retracing my footsteps
…we’d be better off with Mr. Bean
Take me home, boys!
(Chorus)
Last chorus:
This band is your band
This band is my band
While no one warns ya’
of New York’s finest…
We’re a red state’s poorest
in a Gulf Stream, homeless…
This band was banned by Trump the king
This band was panned by Trump the king.
This buzz kill
was still
made for you and me.
Iran Song (Vietnam Song remake) by Doug Nelson
Verse 1:
C’mon America
get loud!
Make old Country Joe proud!
He had one small wish
…we’d all turn out to be fish!
…so flap your flippers
& flip your fins
and get ready to swim!
Chorus 1:
Well it’s one two three
what are we waiting for?
Fill my boots with sand
Next stop: Tehran, Iran
Well, it’s five, six, seven
Open up the Hormuz Strait.
Ain’t no time to wonder why
Whoopie!
We’re all gonna die!
Verse 2:
Come on Swordfish…don’t be slow
…that regime has got to go!
.One God-man callin’ all the shots?
…that’s nuts!
…just climb aboard the ship of fools
…with her
Titanic
whirlpools!
Chorus 2:
Well it’s one two three
what are we waiting for?
Forever war’s our jam!
Vietnam…Afghanistan…
Well, it’s five six seven
Open up the Hormuz Strait
Ain’t no time
to wonder why
Whoopie! We’re all gonna die!
Instrumental
Chorus 3:
Well it’s one two three
What are we waiting for?
If we say we’re there to dethrone
they’ll slay their own!
Well, it’s five six seven
Open up the Hormuz Strait
Ain’t no time
to wonder why
Whoopie! We’re all gonna die!
Verse 3:
You use Jack Black bait
you get a great big snake!
…boots on the ground?
…I can’t hardly wait!
…we’ll all be chums in the promised land
…in Joe’s backup band.
Chorus 4:
Well its one two three
What are we waiting for?
Fill my boots with sand
Put a stiff drink in my hand
Well, it’s five six seven
….open up the Pearly Gates!
Ain’t no time
to wonder why
Whoopie!
We’re all gonna die!
Chorus 5
Well it’s one two three
What are we waiting for?
The heck with pipelines and planes
and trucks and trains.
Well, It’s five six seven
Open up the Hormuz Strait!
Ain’t no time to wonder why…
Whoopie!
…we’re all gonna die
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